Hello, everyone! I've moved blogs yet again, haha. You can find me now at http://quinnzap.wordpress.com/You're probably thinking: "He's made ANOTHER blog?! He keeps doing this!" Well, what's different this time is that in the coming weeks I'll be shutting down all my other blogs, eventually leaving just that one. I won't give up the accounts, ( Read more... )

And now for something completely different: new userpics! They're from VG Cats, a hilarious webcomic that's got varying moods of humor, mostly from a gamer's point of view. I'll also be changing the userpics in my Blurty account, but I'll be using a different set from the ones here ( Read more... )

I hate having a busted lip ( Read more... )

This is the moment that you know ( Read more... )

I got to watch Repertory Philippines' production of The Taming of the Shrew earlier, and it was very entertaining. They set it up to play out in traditional Shakespearean fashion, which meant that all the roles were portrayed by men, the direction of their acting faced the audience more often than not (the absence of the "fourth wall" in theater), ( Read more... )

It's a splash of cold water on your face after a long and vivid dream, washing away most of what you saw and heard and felt while casting others in stark relief. Your body thanks you for the rest and the chance to go on a little vacation into neverneverland, but your mind is still reeling itself in from the clear and turbulent waves. The real world ( Read more... )

I paid a visit to the new College of Arts and Letters Building (if that's even the official name), the one behind and between the Faculty Center and the Vargas Museum in UP Diliman. It's an effective building in that it provides a great many classrooms for the long-since-beleaguered CAL classes, most especially the ones conducted by the Department ( Read more... )

"Why do you write the way you do in your blog?"

I give her a sidelong glance. "Er... because it's my blog? I don't quite foll--"

"You write a lot, but you don't really say anything about yourself. I see little bits of who you are here and there, but not a lot else. You're so...." She traces circles on my bedside table ( Read more... )

"The writer is either a practising recluse or a delinquent, guilt-ridden one; or both. Usually both."

-- Susan Sontag (1933-2005), U.S. essayist. "When Writers Talk among Themselves," in New York Times (5 Jan. 1986).

Bye for now, everyone. Take care of yourselves.

Hate being sick. My eyes feel warm and my joints hurt and my head feels like it's melting.

Catching up on over 300 friend entries across Blurty and LJ.

Fever dreams.

Too much pressure.